Shadows Across my Doorway

I have dreamt of love
that soars aloft on snowy peaks
transcending the earth with open ears
to hear the angels sing:

What wondrous melody soaks the night
of what glorious tales they tell,

And though my dream is yet asleep,
I am no less content. . . .


I have dreamt of love
amidst a garden of unblemished petals;
each the heartbeat of a shimmering star,
receiving life from eternal rivers:

Retiring violets, sing its modesty,
pure-white lilies hold its innocence,

And though my dream is not yet awake,
I am no less content. . . .


I have dreamt of love
borne in the arms of the sailing breeze,
rippling the surface of my heart's quiet stream,
steering it gently to Heaven's golden sea:

Breeze and stream; the love and beloved
wading steadily to a blessed rest,

And though my dream is yet a dream,
I am no less content. . .